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Before our world can change, we have to change. Before we can change, we have to do something different. And before we can do something different, we have to learn something different. What we have to learn is EVERYTHING IS AS IT WAS MEANT TO BE. So, accept it. At first, you may not like it, but by accepting it you can develop discipline, patience, and your threshold for tolerance. As you change your attitude by accepting what was meant to be, you eventually will arrive at a higher level, where you rejoice in everything that is; after all, everything is here for your own good. Start, then, by understanding these simple principles of life. But remember, knowledge has little value as information; its power lies in transformation. Use it to change.
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Focus on whatever is troubling you. Don’t try to run from it or hide from it. Allow yourself to feel it in its full intensity, for change is what happens when the pain of holding on becomes greater than the fear of letting go.
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Ask yourself, “Can I let go of this feeling?” Realize that you are not your feelings and they are not holding on to you. It is the other way round; you are clinging to them.
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Now ask yourself, “Am I willing to make the decision to let it go?”
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Then ask, “When will I let go?”
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Practice this visualization technique. Imagine that the troublesome emotion is squirming, writhing, and twisting in your hands. Feel it slithering in your hands and see yourself releasing it. Drop it. Let it go. Watch it fade away into the distance.
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Repeat the above steps as often as needed.
Bros, thanks for all your support. Wanted to post last night but had some problems accessing the forum. Sorry for the long wait. So here it comes ….
Escapades with my student part 1
When I heard Michelle showering, I was still grinning from ear to ear, unable to believe my luck in having such a wonderful time with the sweet young nymph. If Michelle’s attitude towards me remained the same, it would surely be an indication of better things to come. The thought of such exciting times ahead totally extinguished any guilt that I had. “Ken, what are you doing outside? Are you not joining me?” Michelle called from inside the bathroom, snapping me out from my trance. As I reached for my towel carelessly discarded earlier on the floor beside my bed, I realised that my bed was wet from Michelle’s love juice and traces of her virgin blood. Damn. I did not take the precaution of placing a towel below her when I ruptured her maidenhead. Fortunately, she did not bleed as much as my previous girlfriend but KNN, still have to change the bed sheet later. The base of my cock still showed some rapidly drying tinge of blood. OMG. Michelle licked my prick clean just now and must have tasted my sperm and her blood but did not complain! She was truly a gem.
I joined Michelle in the shower and gave her a tender hug. “Ken, just now was wonderful…..Thanks for being so gentle with me,” Michelle said, hugging me tighter. For a long time we just hugged together in the shower indulging in a shared moment of intimacy and closeness, lost in a world of our own while enjoying the feeling of warm water cascading down our bodies. Michelle looked up at me and gave me a kiss and smiled, saying “Ken, erm ….I think I better get you washed up. My skin is getting wrinkled from all the water already. If we stay here longer, I will look like an old woman already.” Michelle started soaping my body, taking meticulous care in ensuring that every inch of my body was clean. Damn shiok. After the thorough wash up, we proceeded to dry up and headed back to bed where I changed the bed sheet with the assistance of Michelle.
Moments later, we were cuddling together on the bed and exchanging kisses. I was pretty contented with that and having a third round didn’t even cross my mind as I was exhausted and besides fucking Michelle raw once was already chancy enough. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table and saw that it was already close to 3am. “Michelle, it is already 3am already, let’s get some rest and tomorrow early morning I will drive you back.” I said and kissed her on her forehead. “Ok, dear,” Michelle replied and snuggled closer to me. Alarm bells started ringing in my head as horror stories of torrid break ups flooded my brain. “Erm, Michelle ……. I think before we sleep, we should get some things clear first…… I had a wonderful time just now and I find your attraction to me flattering ….. but you know you are still my student ….. if people know I am dating you, it will be terrible for me …… so I cannot give you any commitments,” I stammered out, phrasing my words carefully, trying desperately not to hurt this sweet angel. “I know, Ken, I know. Do not worry. In school when people are around, you will be Mr Ken and everything will be kept prim and proper. We will take things one step at a time. I will not force you to commit to me. I just find you irresistible, confident, sophisticated and manly unlike those immature boys pestering me. For a long time, I had watched you and you were consistently in my thoughts. I knew I must try to have you. Just allow me to indulge in my fantasy, ok?” Michelle replied, giving me another reassuring hug and a shy smile. Damn. “What more could a man ask for?” I thought to myself, scarcely believing my ears but some doubts still remained. “Michelle, you said you will not force me to commit…… Sorry, I need to clarify in order not to have any misunderstandings in future….. Do you mean that I am free to date other ladies?” I asked, bracing myself for her fury. “Yes, dear. I can be your part-time. We can take things one step at a time,” Michelle replied, nodding her head.
I was really blown away by her answer and although I tried my hardest to sleep, I just couldn’t despite my tiredness. I felt flattered, joyous and terribly excited. Time seemed to pass so slowly. I had to keep as still as possible as I did not wish to disturb the sleep of sweet angel whose head was still resting on my chest. Without much thought, I ran my fingers down her back, caressing her lightly, just to sayang her. Suddenly I felt Michelle’s fingers playing with my balls and my flaccid cock. Michelle looked up at me smiling and asked invitingly “Dear, you want it again is it? I am no longer sore.” “No. I just cannot sleep. Probably because for quite some time nobody shared my bed already,” I answered. ”Really? ….. The porn I watched seemed to suggest that guys can go for three or four rounds….” Michelle replied sounding a little disappointed. “Michelle, do not believe everything you see in those porn. Three rounds will really be stretching it …. besides I got no condom. Go and sleep. Got to wake up early later, ok?” I answered. Michelle nodded and gave my semi-hard dick a final rub. Shortly after we dozed off together.
To be continued ……………
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Stephenchow
You will understand when you are a parent one day.
Dear Stephenchow, I think the matter is now closed. I gave you more than enough time to find your supporters. Please do not continue your insults. Btw love your signature.
Have a nice day.
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Stephenchow
TS, you got many supporters very proud meh? You not ashame of yourself meh. Zap zap lah. Zap i also must say. You post your story here, people follow you how? 31-07-2008 05:07 PM if you’re so morally upright, what are you doing here in a sex forum??? ferrari355 I find chicken, I admit. I divorce already, so don’t find chicken then do what? I not so morally upright, I admit. But got limit one mah. My family was broke up because my daughter get make pregnant by her fucking teacher. I ask TS not to allow people to follow her example. Wrong meh? My daughter had her abortion at 17. Not child meh? You all so heartless. Tell me to shut up. Zap me. Right mah? I admit i bad temper. Quarrel with wife and blame her for not taking care of daughter. but before that we one happy family. See TS’s story, I heart pain. Speak up. Wrong meh?
Dear Stephenchow, I am sorry to hear about your situation but I did not impregnate your daughter or zap you. In fact, I do sympathize with you. Please accept my humble point as a gesture of goodwill and sympathy. You should really learn to let go of your painful past and stop wallowing in self-pity. Unless you learn to let go, you will be miserable and burdened all your life. Just my 2 cents worth.
Hi bros, I will post the updates this evening. I am sorry for the delay but somehow I find difficulty in penning my thoughts. Stay tune …….
Ps: Bro Stephenchow, post something new. cannot up you.
Escapades with my student part 2
In a twinkle of an eye, I heard my alarm clock ringing. Damn. It was already 7.15am and I still felt exhausted. I gingerly disentangled myself from Michelle and switched off the alarm. I gave Michelle a quick peck on her forehead and proceeded to the bathroom for a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I then cooked a breakfast of ham and eggs before waking up Michelle. Michelle gave me a kiss and proceeded to freshen up in the bathroom after which we had our breakfast. Our first breakfast together was pretty awkward although both of us tried to enliven the situation by cracking jokes and making small talk but we could still sensed the underlying tension of uncertainty.
After breakfast, I sent Michelle back to her flat. The ride back to her place passed in silence as both of us knew that we had to be discreet and that weighed heavily on us. In the car park, Michelle suddenly gripped my hand saying “Ken, I think I saw my mum and I think she saw me too.” Despite my apprehension, I told her to relax, act normal and allow me to handle the situation while my mind worked furiously. I got out of the car together with Michelle and true enough, a lady in mid-forties approached us. “Michelle, where you go last night and who is this man with you?” the lady asked, eyeing me with deep suspicion. “You must be Mrs Lim. I am Michelle’s teacher, Ken, and I found her wandering in school late last night looking very troubled.” I quickly interjected, extending my hand for a handshake. When Mrs Lim heard that I was her teacher, her demeanour changed and she became friendlier. “Mrs Lim, I tried persuading Michelle to go home last night but she refused. I understand that the situation came about because of your frequent quarrels with your husband so I decided to let her stay at my place first before meeting you and your husband to see how I can help to mediate,” I said, speaking as professionally and authoritatively as I could. Mrs Lim invited me to her flat to discuss further, feeling a little embarrassed from my admonishment. Damn, I felt like a hypocrite but extraordinary times called for extraordinary measures.
Upon entering her flat, the smell of stale beer wafted into my nostrils and I was shocked by the untidiness of the place. There were still beer bottles and peanuts shell strewn about on the living room table. The flat was quite dusty and Mrs Lim apologized profusely for the mess, trying desperately at the same time to clear the newspapers from the sofa to make the place more habitable. Mrs Lim offered me a seat and asked Michelle to get a drink for me. “Mrs Lim, Michelle is one of my favourite students. She is diligent and helpful but according to my understanding, recently her studies suffered due to your frequent squabbles with your husband. Can I refer you to a social worker to help your family?” I asked when seated opposite a nervous and embarrassed Mrs Lim. “NO, Mr Ken. Our family problem, we settle ourselves. No need for outsiders lah,” Mrs Lim answered in distress.
The teacher in me took over and I pointed at the mess around us, saying “Mrs Lim, no offence, but your flat is not conducive for studying and your frequent quarrels with your husband can only aggravate the welfare of Michelle,” I admonished. “Mr Ken, thank you for your concern. I talk to my husband ok? I will clean up the place ok? Don’t ask social worker here, very shameful,” Mrs Lim pleaded. I agreed but told her that I would continue to monitor Michelle’s situation. Michelle by this time returned with the drinks, placed them on the table and stood behind her mum looking quite bemused by the development. “Thank you, Mr Ken. Ah, I know. You so caring to Michelle, why don’t you take her become your god daughter. Like that if my husband come back drunk and we quarrel, you can take care of her. How?” Mrs Lim asked, relieved that her family’s problems need not be exposed to outsiders. “Erm, I don’t think that is a very good idea.” I replied although that would mean me and Michelle would have ample opportunities to be together. “Please lah, Mr Ken. My husband will also take some time to change and I will feel better if somebody like you help to look after Michelle,” Mrs Lim implored. Michelle was smiling, winking at me and trying to withhold her giggle. “Ok, Mrs Lim. Please do your best in persuading your husband though because there is only so much a teacher or god-father can do,” I replied, feeling like a jerk and then asked to be excused.
To be continued …………..
Hi bros, this post has nothing to do with the story. It is rather a story I heard about letting go and learning how to let go. It is posted especially for Bro Stephenchow and bros who are still hurting from the past yet constantly picking on those scars and unable to find closure thus never healing.
Letting Go
The less you carry, the farther you go. So let go!
The head of the monastery and his disciple had finished looking after the sick, so they left the village and headed home. After a 45 minute trek in the woods, they came to the most difficult part of their journey, a wide, raging stream that had to be crossed. But today was different, for standing close by was a lovely maiden that also wanted to cross so that she could visit her uncle who lived on the other side.
Sensing her distress, the head of the monastery approached the young lady and said, “If you can place your trust in me, I will carry you across the stream.” She agreed and thanked him. He scooped her in his arms and entered the stream, followed by his disciple. Although the ten-minute trip across was arduous, they arrived safely. The elderly monk put her down, said farewell, and he and his disciple continued on their way to the distant monastery.
An hour and a half later, they had finally reached the gateway to the monastery. But instead of being relieved, the disciple appeared agitated. When he was asked what was wrong, the disciple replied, “Master, as monks we have taken vows to never touch women. Yet, you carried the maiden in your arms.” “Yes, I did,” answered the master, “but I put her down ten minutes later. It is YOU who are still carrying her.”
Like the disciple, many of us refuse to put down what is troubling us. We carry resentment, anger, hostility, mistrust, suspicion, grudges, fear, anxiety, worries, and other burdens. How can we travel very far if we are weighed down by so many concerns? When will we learn to drop our cares, release our worries, and let go of whatever is troubling us?
We mistakenly believe that we are held captive by our emotions and impulses, unable to act as we choose. We are like prisoners in a cell that is unlocked. We refuse to leave because we falsely believe the cell protects us. Fear is an example. Although it limits us, holds us back, and blocks our progress, we refuse to let it go. We cling to it, believing that it protects us. Protects us from what? Well, what if we were to try to reach our goal and then fail? Rather than experience the pain of a possible failure, we seek shelter in the arms of fear. For if we are too scared to act, we will be protected from the pain of failure.
We cling to our negativity; we cling to what is holding us back, just as a child clings to a security blanket. But what we cling to is needless, useless, and destructive. Of what use is regret, other than having something to wallow in? Of what use is jealousy and envy other than a venue for self-pity? Of what use is anger, other than trying to control people or events? But happiness is not found in controlling others or events; it is found in controlling ourselves. And the best way to control ourselves is to loosen our grasp, to let go of our worries, and free ourselves from the bondage that disguises itself as protection.
What good is worry? It doesn’t empty tomorrow of its sorrow, but today of its strength. The idea of letting go of our worries isn’t new. It is part of perennial wisdom, part of the Wisdom of the Ages, part of the Wisdom of the Sages, and part of the Wisdom of the Mages. Put some magic in your life by practicing it. A good way to start is by heeding the advice of Quintus Horatius Flaccus (65 ~ 8 BC), the Roman poet known as Horace, “Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call today his own; He who, secure within, can say: ‘Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.’” It is easy enough to talk about letting go, but how does one begin to do so? Some steps you can take appear below.
The power of the above steps lies in the fact that by following them, we are putting ourselves in control. Usually, rather than analyzing our feelings and the consequences of following them, we merely acquiesce, allowing them to take us wherever they wish. By using the rational part of our brain, we remain in charge of our destiny.
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Stephenchow
TS, you playing heart doctor now? Letting go so easy? Talk is easy. Your star drop by one already. Prove your post lousy.
I don’t think his story. He must have copied somewhere.
Yup. The letting go story is not mine. I had said I
heard
it from somewhere and thought to share to help the bros in SBF who are troubled. If fellow samsters think that this thread doesn’t merit 5 stars, I will happily abide by it. I concede that I am not the best writer in SBF and had never claim to be the best.
I am quite sadden that this thread became a personal battle ground between Bro Dragash and Stephenchow. After reading through each posts, I must say both parties are at fault. We are here to enjoy and share experiences and stories, not here to curse each other.
Bro Dragash, I appreciate your interest and your support but i am no damsel in distress and I don’t need a knight in shining armour to “protect” my honour. Don’t you think you behave like the disciple in the letting go story? It’s time to let go. Make peace ok.
Bro Stephenchow, just take my advice, being stubborn and belligerent will not get you anywhere in real life or SBF. To have a better life, you can try to change what you dislike, but if things cannot be change, you can only accept and move on.
Have a nice day.
Sorry Bros for the long delay between updates. I fell down the stairs and fractured my hand and broke my laptop in the process. I promise to post the next installment later. Stay tune………..
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Naughtyguru33
Can get Michelle to type for you?
I think she can type and PCC for you at the same time?
We all waiting for a good story to shut StephenCCB up lei
Good idea. If she agrees, I will ask for a BBBJ then while her hands are busy typing, I can keep her mouth occupied but too bad, she is very busy now. Bro, let us all move on and leave the stephenchow saga behind.
Escapades with my student part 3
Michelle volunteered to send me off and as soon as the lift doors closed she gave a smacker of a kiss, saying “Ken, you are so smart. When my mum saw us downstairs, I thought sure die already. The look on her face when you scolded her was so funny and now I can go to my god-father’s place without worry. Haha.” “Well, honestly I was not that calm and it was just fortunate that your mum bought the story, however most of the things I said was true. Your mom really needs to talk to your dad about his disruptive behaviour,” I replied sheepishly. “Ai ya, I really hope not, then I can spend more time staying over at your place. I am beginning to miss you already,” Michelle said as her hand roamed south and lingered on my crotch suggestively and gave me a wink. Damn!
The lift door opened and I told Michelle to go home while I walked to my car on my own. The short walk back to my car never felt lonelier and I felt a tinge of regret and sadness for not allowing Michelle to walk me to the car. “KNN. What am I thinking? I am already in my early thirties and yet behaving like a love struck schoolboy. Probably she just sees me as a challenge and will discard me as soon as the game does not appeal to her anymore, right? I can’t be missing her already, can I? I am just flattered and infatuated with the idea of such a sweet young pretty girl screwing with me, right?” I thought to myself and tried to convince myself to be rational.
I sat in my car, struggling with my thoughts for a long while before driving to school to prepare for my lecture. On the way to school, I drove past a 7-eleven and the image of a pack of condom just flashed in my mind’s eye as if planted in by an alien. The path of debauchery was indeed slippery as all thoughts of morality and guilt were replaced by my craving for Michelle. Thoughts of last night and promise of our future trysts caused my dick to be semi-erect. I got the condoms and put one in my wallet in the event of an emergency. I got to school without any mishaps and started doing last minutes preparations for the lecture. Every time the door to the staff room opened, I would look up in expectation, hoping to see Michelle’s sweet smile but alas my wait was in vain.
The lecture was starting soon but the seat usually occupied by Michelle was still empty and there was still no sign of her. “KNN, where did she go? Why is she still not here? What will she be wearing today? Why am I so anxious about her?” I thought to myself. While I was passing the attendance log for the students to sign, Michelle made her appearance but it was an anti-climax. Although she still looked gorgeous, she was almost the picture of what prim and proper should be. She was dressed in a denim mini-skirt and a brown cardigan buttoned all the way to the top! My eye candy sashayed her way towards me and apologized for coming late claiming that she had overslept. Before she made her way to her usual front row seat, she gave me a wink and another smile. “Well, at least I can proceed with the lecture without getting too distracted,” I thought to myself.
Halfway through my lecture, I noticed that Michelle had unbuttoned her cardigan all the way down exposing her low cut tank top t-shirt to my view. On closer inspection, I could make out her proud perky nipples straining against her t-shirt. KNN. I tried to ignore her but like bees to honey my eyes were drawn to those nipples every few minutes. Michelle knew the effect that she was having on me and deliberately opened her legs wider giving me a view of her black g-string. Shit! Buay Tahan liao. My dick began hardening against my will. The damn cock teaser actually gave me a wicked smile and proceeded to put her pen into her mouth. Her tongue licked and circled the tip of her pen as she had done to my dick last night. My cock was now very hard and I was almost sure the whole damn class would notice the conspicuous bulge in front of my pants.
Suddenly I was aware of the deathly silence in the class, so silent that I was certain that I could hear a pin if dropped at that moment. That was very unusual as the students were an unruly noisy bunch. I saw all my students’ eyes focusing on me in expectation and I realized that I was so distracted by Michelle’s antics that I had stopped in mid-speech. “Shit! Damn! What to do now?” I thought to myself. I cleared my throat and said “Ha, if only I knew that I could get all your attention by stopping mid-sentence, I wouldn’t have wasted precious energy yelling for it the past few months. Now that I have your attention, I will proceed with my lecture!” The panic I felt had caused my dick and balls to shrink. Two close shaves in one day was really too much for me and I was determined to finish my lecture without further incidents.
To be continued ……………….